Safari Page #4

She said, with that pile

of moolah you got,

make a putsch!

A putsch!

Which one is Becker?

Him.

Yeah, it's me. That's right.

I'm Ralph Becker,

born June 12, 1964.

Nice to meet you.

Monsieur Charles told me about you.

He loves you shookums.

It's mutual.

Let's mush.

Can I check?

The case.

Of course.

Nice animal.

Yeah, it is a blast.

- For Monsieur Charles.

- Thanks.

All right, well,

we should go, right Becker?

Yeah, let's go.

You're a trip, Becker.

Yeah, he is funny.

Nice laughing, eh?

But we better get to work.

What work?

Installing the guidance system

on our missile.

Thanks to you,

we'll putsch!

This is an important moment

for our country.

To celebrate this historic event,

the future national anthem

of Mozambique.

Get to work.

Know anything about missiles?

Very little.

OK, I'm going to reboot it.

Reboot it?

It's on that button.

Oh right.

Mode reboot, OK!

It doesn't seem complicated.

I'll plug that in there.

Hang on. How many holes are there?

Four.

Eight plugs.

This is no good. We'll all die.

That's no help.

I can't.

Bravo!

Thank you.

That's good.

Now we're ready to...

To...

Plug in the video and reverse poles.

This plug,

could go there. How's that feel?

Like I'm going to faint.

Or vomit.

- Let's take a break.

- Yes.

- Something wrong?

- No, we're fine.

Just taking a break.

Doing a purge.

Obviously. We have to purge.

It's Chinese, so it needs purging.

OK, purge is over. Let's go.

I'll try blue in blue.

Bravo!

Hear a noise?

It sounds like a coffee machine.

Smoke's coming out,

and a razor sound.

Becker, is that fog

and jigsaw noise normal?

Yes, quite normal.

Normal for post-purge.

Becker, there's more and more fog.

Becker?

Is there a purge problem?

Tabarnac!

Dacier, give me your hand!

Any problems?

Answer me.

What's this money?

Bertrand. They gave it to you?

Yes, good. Good.

Rockets!

They're firing rockets at us!

- What should I do?

- Step on it!

It's floored. I'm doing 40!

Didn't adjust for the northeaster.

Benoit, look out!

I can't see!

- Back up.

- What?

Back up!

We're too heavy.

Bail it out!

It's no good. We have to get out.

Bail!

It's no use!

Listen to me!

Another one's coming!

Hurry up!

Come on, Bertrand!

Monsieur Charles?

This is Youssouf.

Everything OK?

I'm keeping my shorts on.

- But I'm rather cross.

- What?

Richard couldn't do that.

He played bushophobic.

"I'm afraid of lions and antelope!"

He hit Becker, sabotaged the goods.

Stole my money!

Richard did that?

Yeah, and he got himself killed.

The dumbshit.

Wait! We lost Dacier.

- He's dead?

- Blown up!

And I owe a million dollars!

Richard can't have died like that.

You deaf? He's dead.

And now it's your turn, Bako.

Did you at least try calling him?

There!

He is kind of far away.

What happened?

Let's hide. They'll find us.

I must be dreaming.

You're alive? Very impressive.

I'm saying you did great.

And I'm saying f*** you.

You pick up in the shower?

Not often.

Got my money?

Yes, I have your million dollars.

Finally, good news.

You'll bring it to Johannesburg.

Fast.

Right, Bako?

Richard, you're alive?

Tuesday at noon.

Cristal Palace Hotel!

Dacier, why not take a normal road

with earth under our feet?

Here they can't find us.

No one will, Dacier.

We won't make it.

We will. Look, there are steps.

Like a staircase.

There's no bannister!

That's it. I'm freezing up.

I'm leaving my body!

Stay close to the wall.

Remi's right. Be one with the rock!

"Be one with the rock"?

Shut the hell up, Dacier!

I can't make it!

Go ahead without me!

All right!

Benoit, you can make it.

Imagine it's Beauvais down there.

How many feet down is it, Bertrand?

I don't know.

I have vertigo. I can't count.

It's not very high.

I suggest we jump.

Are you sure?

No way.

Give me your hand.

On three!

What's that mean?

Three jump or on three?

One...

Two...

Three!

Four!

You did it. I'm proud.

We almost died 200 times.

There were some down sides,

but all in all,

we've seen lots of scenery

and animals.

Even very, very close up.

Some weren't even in the brochure!

Dacier, so you know,

at this very moment,

I'm hesitating between indignation

and a head butt.

We'll find a place to camp, dry off.

Or we'll get fungal infection.

So what?

Does that cost extra?

We haven't gone mushrooming yet.

We can still walk 3 hours.

Can't let them catch up.

We're alive for now.

Can I say something?

Sure, this is a democracy.

I'm sick of it!

Text book.

She needs to externalize.

She'll list each shock.

Elephant, blueballs, pillagers,

Becker, the rockets, the waterfall.

- What do we do?

- Talk.

She should insult you first.

- Fabienne...

- Shut up, a**hole!

Totally text book.

Katanga, Waoolite, bullshit.

Cocksucker!

Right, she did.

Now it's our turn.

Bunch of rednecks!

You're all a pain in my ass!

What do we do now?

That.

Good initiative.

- Don't thank him! It hurts.

- Sorry.

Had to calm you down. Feel better?

No, it hurts.

Bertrand,

I got like a sock in my mouth.

A snake!

It bit Magalie!

What do we do, Benoit?

My teeth are going away.

I don't know.

My neck's unscrewing!

- You're a doctor!

- Don't push me.

My tongue is crumbling.

Venimex, cauterize, urine!

- I have Venimex.

- I have a lighter.

- I don't have to.

- OK, I got it.

Stop!

If anyone is to urinate on her,

I will.

I owe her that much.

I think the poison

has altered her reality.

She is elsewhere.

Sure, but where?

Got you, Dacier!

Ski lodge.

Come on, woosy!

Come on, a snowball fight!

Magalie, stop it. Stop!

- Let go.

- It's just snow.

I'll handle this.

- Come on.

- I'm having fun.

Strange, I feel like

I've seen you before.

You too?

Forget it.

- You saw me in...

- ln?

In the plane.

OK, I'll drop it.

Listen, you might think

I'm coming on strong,

but I actually...

I wanted to say that...

I know what you mean.

Me too.

There you are, kids.

Great girl, huh?

Back home, they'd say terractive.

A terror and attractive.

Terractive. I've heard that.

Terractive!

Where are you from?

Peyrat-le-Chateau, small town.

I can't believe it.

I know that place very well.

- Been to France?

- Yes.

My father sent me,

over 20 years ago,

to Peyrat-le-Chateau,

as a camp counselor. Actually,

I did this girl

in the locker of this gym.

She was terractive!

What was her name?

Nicole, that's it!

- Nicole Chantirier.

- Yes, exactly!

How did you know?

She's my mother.

Your mother?

Nicole Chantirier

is her maiden name.

Sure she's your mom?

The woman fussing around me

since birth surely is my mother.

Hang on, let's not get crazy.

Nicole Chantirier

in a Peyrat-le-Chateau gym in '85,

might be more than one.

Mr. Dacier?

I set up camp!

Benoit, let me have your place

and sleep in my shelter?

Why?

I'm a little scared on my own.

I'd feel safer here.

You know, I'm a girl.

Why?

Oh, all right!

I won't tell.

Thanks Benoit.

Mum's the word!

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